Kunci Ukulele Elvis Presley – My way Versi 1

And ^Gnow, the end is ^Bmnear; and so I ^B7face the final ^E7curtain. My ^Emfriend, I ll say it ^Am7clear, I ll state my ^D7case, of which I m ^Gcertain. I ve ^Glived a life that s ^G7full, I ve traveled ^Ceach and every ^Cmhighway And ^Gmore, much more than ^D7this, I did it ^Emmy ^Gway.

Re^Ggrets, I ve had a ^Bmfew; but then a^B7gain, too few to ^E7mention. I ^Emdid what I had to ^Am7do, and saw it ^D7through without ex^Gemption. I ^Gplanned each charted ^G7course, each careful ^Cstep along the ^Cmbyway And ^Gmore, much more than ^D7this, I did it ^Emmy ^Gway.

Yes, there were ^Gtimes, I m sure you ^G7knew, when I bit ^Coff more than I could ^C7chew. But through it ^Am7all, when there was ^D7doubt, I ate it ^B7up and spit it ^Emout. I faced it ^Am7all and I stood ^D7tall; and did it ^Emmy ^Gway.

I’v^Ge loved, I ve laughed an^Bmd cried, I ve had my ^B7fill; my share of ^E7losing. And ^Emnow, as tears sub^Am7side,

I find it ^D7all so a^Gmusing. To ^Gthink I did all ^G7that; and ^Cmay I say not in a ^Cmshy way, oh ^Gno, no not ^D7me, I did it ^Emmy ^Gway.

For what is a ^Gman, what has he ^G7got? If not him^Cself, then he has ^C7naught. To say the ^Am7words he truly ^D7feels; and not the ^B7words of one who ^Emkneels. The record ^Am7shows I took the ^D7blows, and did it ^Emmy ^Gway.